colors of hanoi .𖥔 ݁ ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
heart is full. warm broth humming quietly, herbs floating until thats all you can see. as a soup girl, it makes perfect sense: the comfort isn’t just the taste, it’s the promise. the knowledge that somewhere nearby, something is simmering just for you. patience rewarded with warmth.
there’s something deeply tender about huge bubbling stock pots! they’re generous, unhurried, always giving. you don’t rush soup; you wait with trust. and in return, it holds you.
winter full of a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry but that means a life worth living just how i want it, spending time with good company. home ꩜
